DREAMING || YOONMIN [COMPLETE]

4: Figures and Hoods

a/n: i'm here again~

i actually managed to get my thoughts in order and wrote this chapter! finally...

hope you enjoy!

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Jimin enjoyed the warm feeling of Jeongguk's hand in his own. He enjoyed that they were walking together. He enjoyed the warm sun rays caressing his skin, the leaves brushing by in the breeze that the sky provided to rustle the grass and cool them down.

Despite all of the things that he enjoyed, there were still things in the world that he disliked. No, scratch that, he hated them.

He hated the fact that there were still millions of questions clouding his mind, creating an impossible atmosphere for him to enjoy the moment. It felt like they were punching large holes in his skull, trying to flood out of his mouth and into the empty air, trying to get to the unknowing boy next to him. 

He could imagine it actually happening, if he were to allow himself to say everything that he was thinking, and it wasn't pretty. If they were to spill, Jeongguk would probably slap him.

Somehow, he was able to remain calm through the park and to the alleyway. Now, they only had a few more minutes to walk before they got to their destination. Hopefully, when they arrived, there were still as many customers as there had been when Jimin had snuck over for a visit before.

Jimin rolled his shoulders back, feeling the bones crunch against each other. Another habit he wasn't able to fix, another thing that he wasn't able to stop himself from doing. To be honest, he wished it would just stop, but he knew that if he stopped this habit, there were bound to be more to replace it. And he really didn't have the energy to think about what else he could possibly make a habit out of. 

"I hope," Jeongguk said suddenly, furrowing his eyebrows. He blinked, as if he didn't really know or understand what he was saying. Out of the blue, after a long pause of silence, he continued. "That there won't be many customers when we arrive."

Jimin glanced to the side, raising his brows. Jeongguk simply looked back at him, doing the same thing with his own eyebrows, raising them higher so as to mock him in a playful sense. They stared at each other for so long that Jimin nearly ran into a pole, Jeongguk sliding him over to pull him back and prevent him from doing so.

God, this boy really could read Jimin's mind. It frightened him, thinking about what would happen if the boy could actually read his thoughts. He would know about his dream, how he was not having enough energy. Except that he knew it wasn't possible.

But his thoughts begged the questions: would Jeongguk find out about his dream? About what he was thinking? Well, all he knew was that could potentially end horribly, with his boyfriend thinking he was insane. He wouldn't be surprised if Jeongguk was already suspicious of him being such a thing.

Speaking of the dream, why was it even so significant? Was it because it was a lucid dream? Or maybe that it was about someone Jimin had never seen? And so what? Why did it matter so much? 

Then again, those kinds of dreams happened to people all the time. So maybe he was just overthinking it.

Again.

"Weird," he spoke up softly, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "That's almost exactly what I was just thinking."

Jeongguk smiled, swinging their arms in unison as they rounded another corner, crossing the street. Ahead of them stood the café, in all its glory. 

Jimin had always thought it was cute, painted the adorable pale yellow that he had convinced them to buy. It was almost painted an ugly, deep, disgusting orange color. He shuddered at that thought, remembering how tangerine-ish it looked, a little swatch on the back that he'd actually gagged at when Ryujin had shown it to him.